Monday, December 22, 2003
i have fallen into the void
from this treacherous summit
i have
placed myself upon
swaying where the
icy wind
bids me to
and a strong gust
catches me
and whips me off the cliff
when i am least aware of it
i spin and flounder about
as my gown flutters in the gale
a flurry of movement
like my heart
as it beats wildly
for a moment
i manage
to dangle
helpless at the edge
of the precipice
mouth screaming out
voiceless words
my plea flying soundlessly into the shrieking wind
this is it
this is the end
succumb
succumb to me
gusts howl beside my ear
and my fingers
cold like the tips of icebergs
weaken their grasp
and i fall
smiling
into the void.
...and
dith babbled on at the insane hour of 2:07:00 AM